Rearranging the furniture was a favorite pastime when I was a girl. My sister and I would move things around while Mom was at work, then yell surprise when she walked through the door. This week, I decided to rearrange some plants.
In March we planted five glorious pink Azaleas beneath the living room window. Sadly, once the temperatures rose, one of them rapidly dried out. Hoping for the best we held on for another several weeks. I hate giving up on plants. We finally laid it to rest in the compost heap last week.
My husband has been wanting to buy more Azaleas for the back corner, to intersperse with the hydrangea. I suggested we move the surviving plants, then buy pink hydrangeas to go under the window. Azaleas make me happy, but blooming hydrangea make my heart skip a few beats.
While I was away, Mike made the switch. He tucked the Azaleas around the sword fern near the blue hydrangea, then planted pinkish purple hydrangea under the window. The plants will grow taller, doing a better job hiding the house’s foundation, and as they grow they’ll pop their pretty pink heads above the window. Can you feel me smiling from ear to ear?